MAGNAR’S POV
I wasn’t expecting to walk into a standoff between my pack warriors and a ragtag group of scavengers. The tension in the air was palpable, the scent of hostility thick as I approached the clearing.
My heart picked up its pace, but it wasn’t from the situation in front of me. Something else was tugging at me, a gnawing sensation deep in my chest. My wolf stirred restlessly, his presence suddenly more forceful.
“What is it? We don’t have time for this—stay focused,” I growled internally, annoyed by his behaviour.
“Something is here,” he replied, his voice laced with an urgency I didn’t understand. “Someone important.”
Important? What was he talking about? I shook my head, pushing the thought aside. My priority was the situation in front of me. I stepped into the
